NationStates Jolt Archive

Converging interests make the strongest of allies, now the GFFA and the AoN were learning just how strong those ties would become, united against the Galactic Empire and the forces of Chaos, the leaders of these two alliances would forge a lasting bond between them...

Basilisk, Terran Dominion Space:

"Is everything ready for the arrival of the delegations?"

"Not quite sir, we haven't got the reinforced tables or chairs out yet, and you know the standard chairs can't hold Lord Kalgar."

"I understand, but expedite it, will you."

The delegations would arrive in just a few hours, and they ahd to be ready before then...

Admiral Wakapale stood in the audience chamber where the Emperor normally would entertain delegates. She was now the highest ranking official in the Empire do to lack of officials and military officers. She was the only Admiral left and could not leave the capital. She was charged with handling the forces of the Abh Empire. She had sent for Commander Lexshue.

Commander Lexshue strode into the room. She stopped a few feet away from the Admiral and brought two fingers to her Tiara in a salute. "Admiral Wakapale. You sent for me?"

Wakapale turned around to see the Commander standing there. She returned the salute then placed her hands behind her back and stood resolute. "Yes Commander. I have a mission for you that is of the utmost importance. As you know, the Empire is busier than it has ever been in years. I am the only Admiral that is currently within the Abh borders. Admiral Rulef and Mustaf are currently blockading the nation of Ankhmet, Admiral Bebaus is protecting a SeaQuestian exploration ship, Admiral Trife is on his way back from Bevelle after fighting Yevon, Admiral Spoor is defending the Lobnoss system and I have word that is going ill for her personally, and the Emperor is off exploring the Gaian's system. We just received word and he is taking more forces from the Abh Empire to secure certain areas. Lord Rahl himself is also away so any leading land dwellers cannot be sent either and the Prime Minister himself is away. So, I am sending you Commander to be the voice of the GFFA on a diplomatic mission where you will speak with the voice of AoN. You are to work out an alliance with the leaders there. Do you understand your mission commander?"

Lexshue nodded her head. "Yes Admiral though it has been awhile since I've done anything diplomatic. I believe the last thing was entertaining the young Count Hyde all those years ago."

Wakapale grinned. "Good. You are to take a Victory Class Destroyer and make for Basilisk, Terran Dominion Space."

The commander saluted a final time and then left the room. She made her way down to the docking bay where a shuttle waited to take her to the waiting Destroyer. Once away from the capital, a jump gate opened and the Destroyer entered Hyperspace heading for the appointed destination.

"Everything is ready sir, the food is finished and in stasis, the furniture is now space marine proof (though wether it will survive our mediator is another matter entirely...) Her Grace and Nimitz both await only the arrival of our esteemd guests."

"Thank you Miranda, the Lieutenant and his men are ready for nything untoward that might happen, and ofcourse Her Grace and Nimitz are rather dangerous in their own right, but she does seem to attract trouble like chipmunks attract Hexapumas..."

"I know you worry about here Mac, but she'll be fine, she's never had an opportunity to anger these people before, why wouldthey possibly want to harm her, especially with Lord Kalgar in attendance?"


"I'm sure you're right, but nonetheless-" Miranda cut him off, "That is enough James MacGuinness, the Steadholder will be fine, no matter what happens. So stop worrying..."

The diplomat were almost there...

The 3 kilometer Victory Class Destroyer (http://www.b5tech.com/isa/excalibur/excaliburglory.jpg) opened a Jump Gate several kilometers from the planet that was holding the diplomatic meeting. Commander Lexshue rose from her cushioned chair and walked to the communications officer.

A minute later, a strong energy wave in the form of a communication link was shot out to anyone that was listening.

I am Commander Lexshue from the Abh Empire. I have arrived as requested to discuss matters pertaining to forming alliance with the GFFA and AoN. I will arrive in a small fighter if that is acceptable. Standing by for instructions.

The 3 kilometer Victory Class Destroyer (http://www.b5tech.com/isa/excalibur/excaliburglory.jpg) opened a Jump Gate several kilometers from the planet that was holding the diplomatic meeting. Commander Lexshue rose from her cushioned chair and walked to the communications officer.

A minute later, a strong energy wave in the form of a communication link was shot out to anyone that was listening.

REPLY:

This isBasilisk Astro Control. Inbound flight vector transmitting now, please do not deviate from the path you are given, we currently have quite a bit of Junction traffic, and having you steamrollered by a 90 million ton freighter would not be the best way to start this conference...

She was given the shortest flight path vailable, depending on the type of fighter she picked she could arrive anywhere in the next three hours, to the next 5 minutes.

Admiral Lady Dame Honor Harrington, TDN, headed out from her rooms inb full dress uniform, including the Harrington Sword, the Star of Grayson, and not one, but two Medals of Valor, her three man team of Armsmen followed her closely, led by Colonel Andrew LaFollet, dressed in their uniforms of Harrington Green. She was going to meet both parties when they arrived, and the first of the Diplomats was almost here.

The commander left the bridge and made it to the docking bay. She was carrying a small black case with her. If talks went well then perhaps something could be given as a token of friendship. She hopped into the cockpit and fired the engines up. The small Thunderbolt Class Fighter (http://www.b5tech.com/earthalliance/earthallianceshipsandvessels/earthfighters/tbolt.jpg) launched from the Destroyer. The flight path was progammed into the auto-pilot. She monitored the rest of the systems engines as she was heading down.

It took about a few minutes for the fighter to get down to the planet. The craft set gently down on a landing pad. Commander Lexshue (http://www.abhnation.com/components/com_mambospgm/spgm/gal/SNM-03/SNM-03-14.jpg) exited the cockpit with her brief case in tow. She was dressed completely in Abh military uniform with her command saber tucked behind her back. Her yellow eyes scanned the area looking for a sign as to where she should go.

There was only one route to take, and once she was through the doors, she would be greeted by Admiral Harrington, her Armsmen, and her staff, as well as a Marine Detatchment, to ensure the Commander's security.

Lexshue walked briskly through the only route opened to her. She checked the brief case several times to make sure that it was securely locked. She also made adjustments to her tiara and command saber a few times to make sure nothing had fallen out of place. It wasn't long before she was through the doors.

The side party came to attention, and the Terran Dominion Anthem sounded over the speakers, as Admiral Harrington and her Treecat Nimitz stepped forward to greet their distinguished visitor, "It is good to see you, Lord and Master Kalgar should be here soon, then the meeting may begin."

ooc> Sorry about the delay. I've been really busy.

ic> The massive bulk of a Sword of Wrath emerged from the Warp near the meeting point. The Titan Class Battlebarge was over 4 Km long and had 4 huge cannons at its prow. It's gothic design was both beautiful and terrifying.

The command room of the Battlebarge was alive with activity. An imposing figure entered, clad in ornate power armor. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and soluted him. He removed his helmet, revealing greying hair and brown eyes.

"We are almost there, Master Nicholai," said one of the officers.

"Good, good," the Space marine replied.


To: The Humankind Abh and Mini Miehm representatives
From: Master Nicholai of the Honor Gaurd

Unfortunately, Lord-and-Master Kalgar is involved in diplomatic meetings elsewhere. As the second highest member of the heirarchy, I will be attending in his place.

Admiral Harrington paused for a moment, as though listening to an internal voice, in truth she was recieving a communication from System Control, and her Mastoid implant was relaying the message. "I'm sorry to say this, but it seems that Lord and Master Kalgar will be unable to attend this meeting, he has sent his Second, Nicholai in his stead."

Transmission to Sword of Wrath:

This is Basilisk Astro Control, please follow the flight path we provide in to the planet, it wouyld be rather unfortunate for this meeting to begin with an orgy of mutual destruction between yourself and a 90 million ton freighter. Inbound Vector Transmitting... Transmission complete. Say again, pleases do not deviate from your flight path. Welcome to Basilisk My Lord.

Commander Lexshue shook it all away. "There is no need to apologize. I am well aware of the needs for diplomacy at other levels and understand that other matters may require the Lord's attention. This is more than acceptable. I will await his arrival.

Admiral Harrington paused for a moment, as though listening to an internal voice, in truth she was recieving a communication from System Control, and her Mastoid implant was relaying the message. "I'm sorry to say this, but it seems that Lord and Master Kalgar will be unable to attend this meeting, he has sent his Second, Nicholai in his stead."

Transmission to Sword of Wrath:

This is Basilisk Astro Control, please follow the flight path we provide in to the planet, it wouyld be rather unfortunate for this meeting to begin with an orgy of mutual destruction between yourself and a 90 million ton freighter. Inbound Vector Transmitting... Transmission complete. Say again, pleases do not deviate from your flight path. Welcome to Basilisk My Lord.

**To Basilisk Astro Control**
Confirmed. Our vessel will not stray from its flight path.
**End message**

"We don't currently have an ETA on Lord Nicholais ship, would you prefer to wait here, or to have something to eat and drink while we wait?"

Commander Lexshue smiled and shook her head. "No I'm quite alright thank you."

She adjusted her command saber one more time. "If it is alright though, may I have somewhere to sit?"

Commander Lexshue smiled and shook her head. "No I'm quite alright thank you."

She adjusted her command saber one more time. "If it is alright though, may I have somewhere to sit?"


"Certainly, Mister Harkness, please get the chairs," Turning to speak to the commander she said, "You will excuse me if I eat, this heavy-world metabolism means I have to shovel food in my mouth about half of the time I'm awake..."

**Message to Basilisk Astro Control**
This is Nicholai, my ship is ready to dock now.

Lexshue's golden yellow eyes shone back brightly. "Please go right ahead. Don't mind me."

OOC: Sorry for the delay guys. been having computer issues... It's working for now, but that may or may not continue to be the case...

IC:

To Nicholai:

You are cleared to dock with Space Station Hephaestus, a pinnace will be waiting to bring you to the surface, or you may use one of your own small craft if you prefer.


"Thank you very much, Mister Harkness, please ask Mac to bring whatever he might have ready for an early lunch."

A burly Senior Chief Petty Officer brought out a pair of lightweight chairs and a small table for the two to sit at while they waited for Nicholai.

ic> Nicholai's ship came in to dock. He decided to fly down in his own Thunderhawk. He arrived at the location in a few short moments.

**Message to Astro Control**
I have arrived at the designated location.
**End message**

"Master Nicholai has arrived, please assemble the side party PO."

The same PO who hjad gotten the table assembled the naval ratings and marines back into their ranks to greet Nicholai properly.

Nicholai emerged from his Thunderhawk clad in ornate Terminator armor. He walked down the ramp to great those waiting for him.

"I apologize for the delay," he said. "It's good to be here."

Nicholai emerged from his Thunderhawk clad in ornate Terminator armor. He walked down the ramp to great those waiting for him.

"I apologize for the delay," he said. "It's good to be here."

"I'm sure it is quite alright. If you'll follow me, we can all head for the meeting room and get this started."

Commander Lexshue had taken a seat at the table. She picked out a chair that was to her right when she entered the room. She had to adjust her command saber once she was there and slid the case underneath the chair.

Nicholai entered the room with a servitor. The servitor took a seat, but Nicholai remained standing. It was apparent, due to the equipment on the servitor that it was designed to record information.

"Please, Lord Nicholai, have a seat." Admiral Harrington took her own seat, and Nimitz swarmed down into her lap from his position on her shoulder, and she motioned for him to sit, "I'm sure our chairs won't put you in the floor, if that's your worry..."

ooc: If this is wrong then let me know and I'll edit it.

IC:
Commander Lexshue scooted her chair back and stood to face Lord Nicholai. She saluted by bringing her two fingers up to her tiara and clicked the back of her heels.

"Hello Lord Nicholai. I am Commnader Lexshue of the Abh Empire. I am sorry that the Emperor could not be here himself but battle has called him away and other high ranking officers are just now coming back from war. I have been asked to take their stead."

Nicholai returned a solute to Commander Lexshue before taking his seat.

"It is good to meet you," replied Nicholai. "I take no offense that your Emperor is not here. After all, I am here in place Gronde's ruler."

Lexshue sat back down in her chair and scooted it back to the table. "Now let's get down to business here. What should be discussed first?"

"I'm not sure ma'am, I believe that Military matters, trade agreements, and general technology exchange are all topics that were mentioned at some time or another..."

Lexshue crossed her legs again. "Let us discuss trade agreements first shall we? It interests the Abh almost as much as military matters. I can discuss both trade matters with the Abh Empire along with that of the GFFA."

Nicholai folded his hands together.

"Trade is a good place to start," he said, his voice was rich and he has a rather commanding Russian accent. "Gronde is a highly industrialized nation. We specialize in the production of arms and naval vessels, as well as a wide variety of manufactured goods. We normally trade for raw materials and some more unique consumer items. As far as tarrifs are concerned, we are fairly flexable, though we prefer as low as possible."

"I do not believe that tarrifs should be much of a problem. As far as the Abh Empire, we export many items from food stuffs to war materials. We can perhaps trade any number of these materials if they interest you."

"Very well," replied Nicholai. "The market details should be worked out by our private industries. I believe we can move on to descussing a military alliance."

"Agreed." Her legs shifted. "I am assuming this is the part where our two alliances militarily allign? If that is the case then a non agression must be made up first."

"Very well," agreed Nicholai. "Non-agression pacts are a fairly basic part of military alliances."

"Since our forces have already joined sides in battle against the GE, I do not think that is a problem though I will need a list of all members that are a part of your alliance so I can send it throughout the GFFA. Now, as far as military alliance, where would you like to take that?"

"Very well, I will have our current member's roster sent to you shortly," said Nicholai. "As for a military alliance, we could outline something fairly simple. If your nation were to come under attack, we would aid you. Same thing if my nation were to come under attack."

Lexshue nodded. "That is acceptable. Our Capital has a round the clock watch on all frequencies. Just send a message and we will be there to aid you shortly."

"Very well," said Nicholai. "Is there anything else that needs descussing?"

The commander shook her head. "I have nothing left to say on behalf of the GFFA but there is something else. It is a custom that the Abh have when making alliances we give a gift. I have brought with me a mimic of something that resides within our own Empire."

The commander then stood from her chair and squated down to get to under her chair. She picked up the big case and set it on the table. She flipped open the latches and threw open the top. The case was lined with red velvet and there was an indention that held the Abh gift.

She pulled the scepter out. "This is exactly like a scepter that rests within the Empire that the Emperor uses. I give to you the Scepter of Domination."

The scepter was about two feet in length and pearlly white. It rounded out at the top and had figures of women joint hand in hand going around the head of the scepter.

"It is yours to accept if you wish on behalf of the nation of Gronde and the AoN."

"I would be honored to accept," replied Nicholai. He gestured to his servitor who produce a small metal case from beside him. "I have brought a gift as well." The servitor opened the case, revealing an ornate plasma pistol of Gronde manufacture. "This side-arm is the finest that Gronde produces. It is accurate, reliable, and deadly."

Commander Lexshue presented the scepter to Nicholai. "And I would be honored to accept the sidearm as a gift."